A Hero

Seldom do the heroes of our past make it to become heroes of today and tomorrow.. I don’t really know the reason, except that maybe it’s because our vision of heroism changes.  Spiderman, for whom “great power came with great responsibility” lasted only until I was about 5.  I think maybe Luke Skywalker or Han Solo took over at that point, but  I don’t really recall.  I do vividly remember the way I felt when I watched Seattle Slew win the third leg of the Triple Crown, my heart pounding,.  I had stopped breathing at the beginning of the race and was suffering self-induced anoxia.  The resulting explosion of air sent this Asian child ballooning around the room: “He won! He won!”  He never stopped being my hero.  I know that I later memorized the jockey, the trainer, the owners – past and present – but I had always known that big, black beautiful horse from the ‘first’ race, from the Kentucky Derby.  He remains one of my heros today.

This “improved” footage was upgraded and uploaded in 2007.

If you ever had a hero, you should see this…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xDWwhvVi29Y

About michellenihei

Bachelor of Science, University of Saskatchewan Diplomate in Veterinary Science, University of Saskatchewan Master of Science, University of Saskatchewan Doctor of Philosophy, University of Kentucky Post-Doctoral and Jr. Faculty, Johns Hopkins University, MD Assistant trainer to Christopher Speckert, Rebecca Maker, Todd Pletcher Independent business owner and racehorse trainer; StabelLab Evangelist
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